The beans grew from the sweat and tears of a mother who refused to let her child die under a tyrant’s moon.
A wooden path to the sea, salt in the air; seagulls glide above, inviting you to step off into the sand.
I close my eyes to see another world, dreams of perfection—void of humanity.
How long before they realize their folly, how long before they cry out?
How long before terror takes their souls, how long before heroes rise?
He who controls an army and technology rules the world; he who disobeys does not exist. A black eye can save for it can not see.
The (Eye) refers to technology that watches people in a dystopian world. A black eye is turned off.
Divide into special interest groups, and you can have your way, then unite under a socialist flag; liberty lost.
The thin man rose from a life of failures, bones cracking as he moved, refusing to die a quitter.
Winter is not dark, but we seem determined to make it so, fools listening to fools, hiding under the wings of dark angels; lost souls with no mind of our own.
Let the kids play for one more day, protect them from a world of your creation; your sins will be their punishment.